Saul collected two complete anchor point monsters into his space in one go.
Even at this point he felt little pressure, which couldn't help but make his heart surge with excitent.
After transforming his true body into fate lines, this level of pollution couldn't affect Saul's soul at all. Based on the powerful stability of the fate lines, Saul instantly changed from prey to hunter.
However, the hunt had just begun when the feeling of falling in the space suddenly stopped.
Saul imdiately felt sothing was wrong, as if hundreds of eyes were watching him.
The four anchor point monsters that had just been trying to escape seed to have found backing, slowly turning around, baring their teeth and claws, as if they might charge up at any mont.
Saul looked down and was shocked to discover that a dense mass of spatial rifts had appeared beneath his feet, and behind each rift, there seed to be a gaze staring at him.
These gazes made Saul's whole body tingle.
If it were single-digit anchor points, Saul could still actively capture them, but if it were hundreds of anchor points, even if Saul could block their pollution, he would be torn to pieces by these powerful monsters!
Saul hesitated no longer and imdiately retreated, grabbing Kist's recovering body and flying upward.
Because his escape speed was too fast, Saul couldn't always account for the spatial force field, and his bones were fragnting piece by piece, but the fate lines could always replenish energy in ti.
The entire quiet space showed no surface changes, but Saul still followed his ntal power to find the entrance where he and Kist had entered this space.
Then he plunged right in.
At the last mont before leaving this place, Saul looked down below.
Those dense rifts were still not far beneath his feet, as if Saul's frantic dash had only covered a few ters.
But in reality, Saul had flown very, very far.
Saul wasn't currently worried about the anchor point monsters behind the rifts. If they wanted to erge, they should have co out when Saul first saw the rifts.
Since the large number of newly appeared anchor points were still hiding behind the rifts, it was very likely that anchor point monsters also couldn't appear freely in this place.
However, what truly caught Saul's attention during this downward glance wasn't the widespread anchor points, but when Saul looked through this expanse of rifts, he seed to see a continent covered with cracked earth and ring-shaped mountain ranges.
It looked very much like the world Saul had seen when entering the abyss through the Chaos Realm.
From Saul's angle, what he saw was all from a bird's-eye view.
From this angle, Saul's view wasn't comprehensive, but precisely because of this angle, he realized that he had probably been distracted by Camus before and hadn't noticed that the abyss before him truly had no sense of being alive at all!
It was deathly still, like a corpse!
Saul stopped observing below and resolutely left the Abyssal Eye with Kist before the other four anchor point monsters could arrive.
After entering the range of the black tide again, the pervasive pollution once more enveloped Saul and Kist, but Saul's body showed a change.
A thin layer of arc-shaped transparent skin appeared on his body surface, like skin yet directly covering both him and the Kist he was holding.
Kist, who had already recovered, curiously raised his hand to touch the transparent skin wrapping him, and was startled to discover that this thin skin actually emanated fluctuations very similar to anchor points.
He watched Saul concentrate on breaking through the black seawater, leading them both toward the surface. Though curious, he still restrained his curiosity and didn't interfere with Saul's actions.
Unlike the chaos when they arrived, after mastering the anchor points' special fluctuations, Saul could now hide himself and Kist under the disguised skin, making the black tide think they were just another new anchor point monster.
The black seawater no longer hindered Saul's movent and even pushed Saul forward from different directions.
This saved him a lot of effort—he only needed to concentrate on maintaining the disguise.
About five hours later, Saul grabbed Kist and burst out of the sea surface, shooting straight into the clouds.
After flying above the cloud layer, Saul imdiately threw Kist onto another cloud bank.
Kist was in a good mood, poking his head out from the clouds with a grinning smile, "When you suddenly grabbed and ran away just now, I thought your mission had failed this ti, but looking at your current state, it should actually have been successful, right?"
"Half successful, half failed." Saul didn't have ti to explain to Kist right now.
While he was desperately breaking free from the black tide whirlpool's gravitational pull, the three anchor points he had collected in his space had completely fused into one.
Not only that, the fused three anchor points seed to have reached a certain quality threshold, and Saul surprisingly discovered that their fusion was beginning to emit fluctuations completely different from before.
These fluctuations didn't have powerful polluting force—they were more like information waves.
After throwing Kist aside, Saul tried to analyze these new information waves.
Seeing Saul standing focused in mid-air with vacant eyes, Kist knew Saul had other important discoveries. So he erged from the cloud layer, shook off the dust on his body, and flew to sit near Saul.
He released his ntal power around Saul in a giant net, enveloping them both and beginning to escort Saul as he had before.
Saul didn't notice Kist's actions—his expression kept changing as he made new discoveries.
"How strange, these information fluctuations seem to have auto-correction capabilities."
Saul couldn't imdiately decode the information contained in the harmless fluctuations. The information was like another language.
But Saul had to decode it now, imdiately.
Because after leaving the abyss, this information wave's amplitude was getting smaller and smaller, seeming to be about to disappear without the support of a power source.
But as Saul focused on decoding, he discovered that this information wave was actually adapting to Saul's interpretation as well, as if it was also learning about Saul's linguistic cognitive system.
Finally, when the information had beco extrely weak, Saul finally understood what the information wave was conveying.
"Don't... erupt, stop... Camus..."
Saul was stunned. Was this ssage being transmitted to him?
At this mont, as if having fulfilled a final wish, the fused anchor point monsters' information fluctuations completely disappeared.
They returned to the chaotic, highly infectious pollution fluctuations from before.
Saul ca back to his senses and saw Kist sitting nearby. "Kist, you know the Abyssal Eye is a dead sixth-rank, right?"
Kist was keeping watch around them and turned his head upon hearing this. "I know."
"Do you think a dead sixth-rank could still possess clear consciousness?"
Kist shrugged with a half-smile: "Since it's a corpse that wants to resurrect, having a certain degree of consciousness is quite normal, isn't it? Only complete annihilation would make everything return to dust."
Hearing this, Saul gave a self-deprecating laugh. "You're right. I was being stupid."
Kist leaned in again, raising his eyebrows, "You discovered the abyss's consciousness?"
"I don't know if it was the abyss's consciousness. But if what just happened was the abyss's consciousness, then what does Camus count as?"
Being able to control all the anchor point monsters within the entire abyss wasn't sothing a subordinate or follower could accomplish, right?
Kist couldn't answer this question. He rolled his eyes, his face showing a flattering yet encouraging smile: "So what did the abyss's consciousness say?"
Saul glanced at Kist.
"Not telling you."
Kist: "..."
(End of Chapter)
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